The improved female villains regained their memories.

Wen Shihan's clone was already waiting there. She whispered that she would not be coming tonight because Song Panning was going to subdue the Heroes Alliance, and she had decided to go with her.

"Have you really not used any surveillance methods on you in your life?" Qi Feng raised his head in his arms, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Yang Pingsheng gently stroked its fur, feeling the soft touch on his fingertips, and said calmly, "No."

His voice was calm, but tinged with a hint of helplessness, “She has become quite formidable now. Some of her methods were learned from the Jixia Academy, and even I can’t see through them.”

Upon hearing this, Qi Feng sighed helplessly, shrank back into his arms, and said no more. Its tail swayed gently, as if it were pondering something.

The moonlight, like water, spilled into the quiet courtyard. The shadows of the trees swayed, and a gentle breeze brought a touch of coolness. At this moment, only the two villains, Yang Pingsheng and Luo Benmo, remained in the vast mansion.

Luo Benmo was already standing at the door, her shadow stretching long in the moonlight. When she saw Yang Pingsheng approaching, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes, and she quickly went to meet him, her footsteps sounding particularly clear in the quiet night.

"Pingsheng, you're back?" Her voice was soft, with a hint of anticipation.

"Have you been waiting here for a long time, sister?" Yang Pingsheng stopped and looked at her with a gentle smile in his eyes.

"Yes, it's been a long time." Luo Benmo nodded, his tone tinged with a hint of grievance. "I've been waiting here ever since the meeting ended."

Yang Pingsheng raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Does sister have something to say?"

Luo Benmo pursed her lips, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes, and said in a low voice, "I did have some, but I was afraid it would upset you, so I didn't." She paused, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "Anyway, it's good that you're willing to come here."

She tiptoed, trying to touch Yang Pingsheng's head, but failed due to the height difference. Seeing this, Yang Pingsheng chuckled, gently put Qi Feng down from his arms, and then bent down to pick up Luo Benmo.

Her body was as light as a feather, and she landed in his arms.

Luo Benmo finally got her wish, reaching out to pat his head, her eyes filled with satisfaction mixed with a hint of unease. She asked softly, "I didn't speak up for you at the meeting, little brother, will you blame me?"

Yang Pingsheng did not answer directly, but instead asked, "Does your sister really think their suggestion is reliable?"

Luo Benmo remained silent.

For the first time, her intuition failed her; it was as if she were shrouded in a thick darkness, unable to feel anything.

Whether it was Wen Shihan's suggestion, Song Panning's plan, or even Yang Pingsheng's idea, they all filled her with an overwhelming sense of darkness. She didn't know if this darkness was due to her intuition failing her or her deep-seated fear of the unknown.

"I don't know," Luo Benmo said in a low voice, a hint of confusion in his tone. "That's why I'm thinking about it."

Her eyes were fixed on Yang Pingsheng, his image reflected in them. The little boy who once depended on her had grown up, with beautiful features and a gentle demeanor, but his eyes were so deep and unfathomable, as if they held endless secrets. That gaze, like the boundless darkness, filled Luo Benmo with a nameless fear.

Perhaps it was this sudden fear that made her not speak up for Yang Pingsheng at the meeting, allowing Wen Shihan to take control of the situation.

"So, my sister can think too?" Yang Pingsheng joked with a smile, his tone slightly teasing.

Upon hearing this, Luo Benmo puffed out his cheeks, a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, and retorted, "I'm not that kind of brainless brute!"

"I know." Yang Pingsheng chuckled, his eyes filled with affection. "Sometimes my sister thinks more comprehensively than I do."

“I’m even more comprehensive than you think!” Luo Benmo said defiantly, with a hint of pride in his voice.

Yang Pingsheng looked at her, his smile deepening, and then asked, "So, sister, you also think that letting Jiang Mochang and Ye Buxin perish together, letting her sacrifice herself, is a good suggestion?"

Luo Benmo froze, her hands gripping Yang Pingsheng's collar tightly, her fingertips turning slightly white. Her lips moved, but she didn't know how to answer. Her intuition remained shrouded in darkness, unable to provide a clear answer. She neither objected nor agreed, but remained silent.

“Brother, I don’t know what you and that gloomy woman went through, but I feel—” Before she could finish speaking, her expression suddenly turned serious, and her spiritual energy suddenly erupted, as if she sensed some kind of threat.

However, before she could make a move, a golden streak of light tore through the spiritual energy and rushed straight into the courtyard. Yang Pingsheng and Luo Benmo turned their heads at the same time to look at the entrance.

Shi Guijia stood there, her figure appearing particularly aloof in the moonlight. Behind her, a little girl with long, icy blue hair timidly peeked out, her eyes filled with curiosity and unease, like a frightened fawn.

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"Father, Father..." The girl's voice was like fine snowflakes, gently falling into the silent air.

Her voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the night, and it also seemed to carry a hint of timidity and hesitation.

Her fingers gripped Shi Guijia's clothes tightly, her long, ice-blue hair shimmered faintly in the moonlight, and her eyes flickered with unease and anticipation.

The voice, though soft, was like a fine needle piercing Luo Benmo's ear. Her body stiffened slightly, as if struck by some invisible force, and her breath caught in her throat for a moment.

Her gaze was fixed on the girl, a hint of disbelief flashing in her eyes, which was then overwhelmed by a complex mix of emotions—shock, confusion, anger, and even a barely perceptible trace of jealousy.

The moonlight shone on the girl's face, illuminating her youthful yet delicate features. One could vaguely discern Yang Pingsheng's shadow in her eyes, especially her gaze—clear yet profound, capable of seeing right through people.

What an adorable child, but Luo Benmo's heart sank suddenly, as if something shattered in her chest, making a silent roar.

Her fingers clenched involuntarily, her nails almost digging into her palms, yet she felt no pain. Her mind was a mess, as if countless voices were screaming in her ears, but she couldn't make out anything. She wanted to question them, wanted to shout back, but her throat felt blocked, and she couldn't utter a sound.

Her intuition hadn't failed; it was still working.

This time, however, her intuition was very confused and did not give her a clear answer.

Shi Guijia stood at the door, her gaze calmly sweeping over Luo Benmo before finally landing on Yang Pingsheng. Her expression was indifferent, as if all of this was within her expectations.

Her fingers gently stroked the top of the girl's head, a tender gesture that carried an undeniable sense of possession.

“Ping Sheng,” Shi Guijia’s voice was as gentle as a night breeze, “I have resurrected our daughter.”

She paused for a moment, then continued:

"It's just that she has lost her memory, and her current mental state is only that of a seven-year-old, so she probably... can't be of much help to you."

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In Su Murong's grand hall, the flickering candlelight illuminated her slightly weary face. She sat on a high throne, her fingers gently rubbing her temples, her brow furrowed, trying to dispel the lingering unease in her mind. The hall was silent, save for the occasional soft crackling of the candlelight, a testament to her inner turmoil.

Today's meeting was like a silent game of strategy, and she was left out. Not only did she fail to help Yang Pingsheng, but she also watched helplessly as Wen Shihan and Song Panning firmly controlled the situation. Now, the outcome was decided, and the villains unanimously decided to sacrifice Jiang Mochang to ensure the safety of the others.

“A brilliant plan…” Su Murong murmured to herself, her voice tinged with complex emotions. If Yang Pingsheng hadn’t come to her, she might have supported the plan. After all, sacrificing one person to save many sounded so reasonable, even impeccable.

But now, her state of mind is completely different.

"I'm still too weak." Her voice was low, tinged with self-mockery. Her fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrest of the chair, making a soft "tap-tap" sound, as if to vent her inner powerlessness.

She looked down at her palms, her fingertips trembling slightly. Lacking decisive strength and intelligence, she only had the Four Celestial Spirits under her command, and those four... aside from the Vermilion Bird and Black Tortoise, who were somewhat reliable, the Azure Dragon and White Tiger were a real headache for her.

"I didn't immediately offer my support at the meeting today, and I'm afraid Song Panning and the others have already become suspicious of me." Although Wen Shihan and Song Panning didn't say anything at the meeting, their eyes conveyed a deep meaning. Su Murong knew these female villains all too well; she knew none of them were easily fooled.

“Wen Shihan followed Yang Pingsheng the whole time. Even if she hadn’t, there would have been other female villains…” Su Murong murmured softly, her tone tinged with helplessness. For her to be alone with Yang Pingsheng without giving herself away was practically impossible.

She stood up and walked to the window. The night was as dark as ink, the stars sparse, and a cold wind brushed her cheek, bringing a chill. Her fingers gently tapped on the window frame, her fingertips turning slightly white from the pressure.

"What should I do now?" she asked herself softly, a hint of confusion in her voice. Should she find a new female villain to conspire with, or deepen her cooperation with Shi Guijia? Or should she go to Xuanwu and consult with that guy who was always so calm as to be almost indifferent?

Su Murong fell into deep thought, gazing into the distance, trying to find a glimmer of answer in the endless night. However, the night was deep, with only the whisper of the wind in his ears.

She turned and walked back to her seat, her fingers gently tracing the intricate patterns carved on the chair. The candlelight illuminated her face, revealing the struggle and determination in her eyes.

Yang Pingsheng has truly presented her with an enormous problem.

To disrupt the rhythm of the other female villains and to cooperate with Yang Pingsheng's plan, that's all it takes. In the end, Yang Pingsheng will still die.

Su Murong closed his eyes.

What should she do? What exactly should she do?

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Which is more important, life or glory?

Since she loves him, should she support him, or should she follow her own selfish desires and keep him with her forever?

After all, her enemy was the Heavenly Dao, and all the villains. Even if she lost, Yang Pingsheng wouldn't blame her.

she.......

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"Glory..."

Su Murong's voice echoed through the hall before disappearing into the darkness.

Chapter 725 Abandonment

The chilling atmosphere of the dungeon gradually dissipated behind them as Song Panning and Wen Shihan walked out of the dimly lit passage one after the other.

The soft moonlight contrasted sharply with the oppressive atmosphere of the dungeon. Song Panning squinted slightly, raising her hand to shield her eyes from the gentle moonlight; her fingertips appeared pale and slender in the moonlight.

The captives of the Heroes' Alliance finally relented and agreed to assist their plan.

This is undoubtedly a huge breakthrough, and the success rate of the plan has been greatly improved as a result.

However, Song Panning felt little joy; she knew that the real challenge had only just begun.

"Solving the formation of Taixu will be the most difficult formation I have ever constructed."

As Song Panning spoke, she was talking to herself, but also to Wen Shihan. Her fingers unconsciously rubbed her cuffs, as if she were pondering something.

Even a genius of formations like her would need to spend a lot of time studying and deducing such a complex formation.

She stopped and turned to look at Wen Shihan: "The great array techniques you gave me are a bit too profound. I need to go into seclusion for a while. Until then, I'll leave the matter of contacting Jiang Mochang to you."

Upon hearing this, Wen Shihan raised an eyebrow slightly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, the shadows covering half of her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

She chuckled lightly, her tone laced with sarcasm: "Do you think it's necessary?"

Song Panning's gaze sharpened as she looked at her: "What do you mean?"

Wen Shihan straightened up, walked slowly closer, and said in a low, cold voice: "The reason we said we were contacting Jiang Mochang was just to give my brother a little hope, to make him think that he could find a way to rescue her when he contacted her. But in fact, we didn't need to do that at all."

Song Panning's pupils contracted slightly, and she immediately understood Wen Shihan's unspoken meaning. A cold smile appeared on her lips, and her tone was laced with sarcasm: "You really are ruthless."

Wen Shihan didn't take it to heart, and instead smiled even more coldly: "You talk as if you're some kind of good person."

Their eyes met in mid-air, and invisible sparks flew.

One is a crow shrouded in shadow, the other a venomous snake lurking in the dark; neither of them has the right to accuse the other.

Sacrificing Jiang Mochang did not burden Song Panning with any conscience.

Even though Jiang Mochang had helped them before, in the face of the bigger picture, the life and death of an individual seemed so insignificant. Her fingers gently tapped the jade pendant at her waist, making a crisp sound, as if she was looking for some kind of support for her decision.

Wen Shihan's gaze swept across Song Panning's face, seeing through her thoughts. A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and then she swayed and disappeared into the shadows.

Before leaving, her voice rang in Song Panning's ear like a ghost: "Having too many schemes is not good, Song Panning. If you follow my plan, only Jiang Mochang will die. But if you have other ideas, then I can't guarantee who else will die."

Song Panning's gaze suddenly turned cold, her fingers unconsciously tightened, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force. She stood there, her eyes fixed on the direction where Wen Shihan had disappeared, a hint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes.

She wondered, who was she trying to scare?

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Inside Xu Anlu's main hall, the traces of the Great Dao were as dense as a spider web, winding and climbing all over the walls and dome, emitting a faint golden light, as if enveloping the entire palace in an invisible barrier.

Outside the hall, a deadly attack was quietly activated, with blazing flames dancing in the air, keeping out any attempts to spy.